y as I stepped forward。 When he was backed up against his bunk … it hit him in the calves； that's how tall he was … he sat down on it。 He patted the mattress beside him； his eyes never once leaving mine。 I sat down there next to him； and he put his arm around my shoulders； as if we were at the movies and I was his girl。
〃What do you want； John Coffey？〃 I asked； still looking into his eyes … those sad； serene eyes。
〃Just to help；〃 he said。 He sighed like a man will when he's faced with a job he doesn't much want to do； and then he put his hand down in my crotch； on that shelf of bone a foot or so below the navel。
〃Hey！〃 I cried。 〃Get your goddam hand………〃
A jolt slammed through me then； a big painless whack of something。